The spirit fluctuates dark and low, which is similar to the spirit power of Han Zhen's blood clan.

One by one bubbles appear on the surface of the boulder, and the bubbles fluctuate. The boulder moves with the bubbles and turns into a piece of gravel.

Behind the gravel is a step to the bottom of the earth.

Han Zhen did not suspect that there was fraud below and went to the depth of the steps.

Han Zhen moves forward, the front steps are high, and when he ascends, a fire lights up.

Even with the fire, the temperature in the underground passage is still appalling.

Until Han Zhen passed the steps, there was a towering hall in front of him.

There is a huge blood pool in the middle of the hall.

The blood pool is black, rolling blood.

The blood showed a pungent smell of blood, heavy and thick. It seems that it hasn't dissipated for thousands of years.

Around the circular hall, there are more than ten square black coffins.

Under each coffin, there are pipes made of bronze, which stretch out the blood pool.

Each coffin is three or four meters high, with strange patterns carved on its surface. Just looking at them can make people crazy.

The coffin in the middle is the tallest, with dark red blood flow on the brown coffin.

Click!

The outermost board of the coffin fell.

The long and narrow figure appeared in front of Han Zhen's eyes.

The figure is three meters tall, shriveled and thin, only covered with a layer of skin on the bones. Long arms, crossed in front of the chest.

Claws are even half a meter long.

Blood clan.

Han Zhen's blood clan in memory.

Han Zhen's blood clan in his last life.

Pure blood.

The blood clan opened their eyes. There was blood flow in their eyes, and then the red eyes turned black.

He stepped out of the coffin.

"The cultivator, actually can see the cultivator here." His voice was hoarse and surprised.

His language is the language Han Zhen is familiar with.

Blood flowed from the coffin, down the earth, to his heels.

Climb to the lower leg, then the waist and abdomen.

At the end of this sentence, the face of the blood clan has returned to its normal appearance.

And the blood pool in the hall dropped ten meters.

"I'm familiar with your breath." Han Zhen frowned.

"How did you come to this world?" The blood clan asks curiously.

"And you?" Han Zhen was born again.

But five years ago, even Han Zhen, a top practitioner, had never encountered such a thing, or even heard of it. This kind of secret, Han Zhen does not want to tell others directly.

"I can't remember. It's more than six thousand years." In the spirit of the blood clan, there are rare fluctuations.

Obviously, long-term memory has made him lose his specific perception of time.

"More than six thousand years ago." Obviously, this time is too far away from the time before Han Zhen's rebirth.

"How did you get here?" Han Zhen asked.

The blood clan thought for a moment, "when I was performing the task, I met a chaotic storm of time and space. When I wake up again, I have already appeared in this world. "

The storm of time and space is a place where time and space are disordered. In this place, you may encounter any possibility, not only through space, but also through time.

It is possible for the blood clan to appear in this world at any time.

"And your name?" Han Zhen is more curious.

Being able to ride through the storm of time and space is definitely not an ordinary member of the blood clan.

The blood clan smiles.

Han Zhen inquired about many things, even if the blood clan already knew what happened on Ratte Island, even if they knew that Han Zhen was an enemy rather than a friend.

The blood clan still said with a smile: "my name, agathol."